Barbara didn't reply. She just looked at him, smiling mysteriously as her eyes travelled boldly to the spot beneath the towel that she knew covered the heavy bulge of his genitals.
"Isn't there any time in your busy schedule for your wife?" she purred, spreading her legs slightly and let her hand fall casually onto her curly thatch of downy pubic hair. "After all, it's been a long time ... over a week."
"You usually don't complain about that," Ralph replied, as he sat down on his side of the bed, not looking at his wife.
"What's the matter?" she asked softly, turning over seductively onto her side and running her fingertip lightly down his naked back. "Am I losing my appeal?"
Despite his exhaustion, Ralph felt little shivers go down his spine at her sensuous touch, and his balls tighte
